[Six lines like a tsubaki] Embrace the area with one heart

Warning before the article [today is very long-winded]

Before you start talking, let's confess to the sweet goddess.

1. The plot of the tenth generation of the ancestor, from here on, it is mainly the story between two people, Ruchun, and the age operation warning.

2. The things about the master in the mortal world and when he was just starting out are temporarily called "He Si". Little angels, be patient a little longer.

3. Based on my personal understanding, after reincarnation, due to different encounters and experiences, the personalities of the ancestor and the master should all change.The original book said that after reincarnation, the nature will not change, but the nature is very difficult to grasp, I am not capable enough, so there must be ooc, I am sorry everyone.

Fives,

"Sier!" The mud monkey-like child lay on the top of the wall, staring intently at the boy practicing martial arts and swords in the yard, and shouted, "I have invited you for three consecutive days, why don't you always play with us?"

The boy named "Si'er" looks seven or eight years old, but he seems to be in two worlds with the wall mud monkey.He didn't even look at him, and said: "It's getting late, you should find a pond to wash your mud off."

"Ah!" The mud monkey gave a weird cry, jumped off the wall and ran away, "New clothes! My mother is going to beat me up! Play ball!"

After the mud monkey left, Si'er withdrew his sword.Although it was a wooden sword used by a child, he wiped it with a cloth as if it was very precious.He should have been suspected of teasing cats and dogs at an age, but he was as quiet as a stone.

After a while, a half-old woman came to the courtyard, seeing that she was not in good health, and the maid behind her was half supporting him.When Si'er saw her, he bowed in a regular manner and said, "Mother."

Mrs. He saw that he was sweating from practicing the sword, she was relieved and distressed at the same time, she took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, and said lovingly, "Si Er, go have dinner with your mother, okay?"

Si'er nodded and let his mother lead him around like a little wooden doll, neither speaking nor smiling.

The servant girl who followed Mrs. He wanted to come forward to take his sword, but he also avoided it by turning her side.

The fourth son, whose name is He Si, is the old son of the He family and his wife. He is the fourth son, and his two older brothers and one older sister have already married.He's family is well-off, and he was smart and sensible since he was a child, so he was naturally loved by his parents like a treasure.

It stands to reason that the youngest in the family is the most likely to be spoiled and arrogant, but He Si can't be "arrogant" anyway. He has never acted like a baby or cried. More than enough, not enough close.

Even the biological parents are like this, let alone others.

But everything is not without exceptions, there is a young man surnamed Han in the He family, and He Xiang likes it very much.

This young man is only at a weak age, but he has a good skill in tending flowers and plants. Guerlain, Meifu, and peonies can all be cultivated as famous products.Mrs. He loves flowers, so Master He hired him with a lot of money, and kept him to live in the house and take care of the greenhouse.But for some reason, he hits it off with the young master who is still a child in the family.Master He saw that he was reliable and flawless, so he let him go.

He seemed to have had dinner that day, and before the sun went down, he went to the greenhouse for a walk.

I saw Mr. Han with his back facing him, squatting on the ground and doing something, completely unaware of the person standing behind him.

He Xiang: "Sir...?"

Mr. Han turned his head, and there was a mud stain on his young and fair face. When he saw him, he smiled and waved: "It's Ah Si...it's just in time, I was just about to call you, come here. "

He Shiyi went over and squatted down beside him, only to see a slender calyx protruding from a clump of green leaves, with its head hanging down to support a bulging flower bud.He saw that the flowers, plants and trees were almost the same, and he couldn't name them.

"It's epiphyllum." Mr. Han looked very excited, his brows and eyes curled up with a smile, "It's been more than three years since I moved to the mansion, but this year I'm finally willing to open a bud and it's about to bloom."

Epiphyllum?Didn't the flowers thank you as soon as they bloomed, no wonder I have to wait here.

"I've been waiting for two days, and I guess today is almost the day." Mr. Han spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the still sleeping flower bone.Seeing that He Bi frowned, as if he couldn't understand his behavior of staying here for three consecutive days, he added: "Oh, good things take time."

"Ah Si is getting older, so I won't coax you with stories about becoming a demon and becoming a spirit. But plants, like people, do have their own concerns. They like weather, seasons, and even the flower grower. It’s just that some of them are easy to please, while others are delicate and picky.” Mr. Han looked at the side face of the child as if covered with frost, and continued helplessly, “What about them? The flowers and fruits are not for people to see. It’s just that people have boasted for a long time that they are the spirit of all things, and they just happened to see the grass and trees blooming, thanking and dying, and they put their thoughts on it affectionately.”

Ah Li didn't speak, he was a child after all, and thought naively: "If I were that flower, and I met a flower grower like you, how could I be willing to make you wait every day, wishing I could bloom every day, just to show you?" .”

How did Mr. Han know what he was thinking, and his slender fingers tapped the flower leaves of the epiphyllum: "She has her own temper and never accommodates anyone. Since we just happened to catch up with her most beautiful time, just like Isn't it right to wait patiently for the bride to do her makeup?"

"Although the epiphyllum only blooms for a while, it is really beautiful. You haven't seen it yet? I promise you won't regret it." Mr. Han smiled cheerfully, as if he talked a lot today, and showed a little nostalgic look, "My family Ah, there is a mountain of flowers, and in spring, they are called beautiful and lively!"

Maybe it's because Mr. Han's eyes are shining like stars, and it's rare for He Sian to have a little fascination with the colorful mountains.

He Ni thought in a daze, should I say something?Why doesn't the mouth seem to work?

"If there is a destiny, I will take you to see it later." Mr. Han stretched out his hand and rubbed his head.He Ruo could clearly smell the fresh and moist vegetation on his cuffs.

He moved his lips, wanting to hold the troubled hand on his head.With this movement, he opened his eyes and woke up.

six,

He Xiang was lying on the bed, and it took him a long time to realize that this was a dream.

He never dreamed much at night, let alone dreams about his childhood.At this time, it seemed as if he couldn't get away from his body in a dream, He Ni thought in a daze: What happened after that?

Oh, he didn't quite remember whether that epiphyllum was as beautiful as Mr. Han said.It's just that his good childhood as a mortal seemed to have taken a sharp turn from that day onwards until it fell apart.

His mother was old and had been in poor health since giving birth to him. He died of illness when he was less than ten years old.Father and mother are young couples with deep feelings, and the grief will soon go away.

In the end, he was worried that his youngest son was a little bit unrepentant.

The whole He Mansion has been depressed since his father left.The elder brothers fought fiercely over the family property, and they all disliked this half-child-like younger brother, and no one cared about him.

He seems to have made up his mind since he was a child, but he is still confused at this time, not knowing what to do.

He sat in the room for a whole day.At sunset, someone opened the door and came in and took his hand. On the cuff was the familiar scent of plants and trees: "Will you come with me? I'll take you to my house to see the flowers on that mountain."

He nodded mysteriously.

It was only after that that he found out that Mr. Han, who was tending flowers and plants in the greenhouse every day, was named Han Muchun. He was the big toon tree that he had read in the book "Eight thousand years are spring and eight thousand years are autumn". Well, he couldn't be regarded as a mortal, but a real monk with the ability to soar into the sky and dive into the abyss.

"Because every step of practice is karmic, monks can't interfere with the affairs of the mortal world at will. The most important thing is life and death. So I'm sorry that I didn't save your parents' lives." Mr. Han felt that he had to explain to him, In fact, he thinks that life and death are natural, and when the number of lives is exhausted, he takes it very openly.

In fact, he doesn't really understand what cause and effect is, but he wants to know: "What about me, if you take me away, isn't it causing cause and effect with me?"

Mr. Han smiled: "You and I have a predestined relationship, not to create cause and effect, but to unravel cause and effect."

He probably heard it. Once the cause and effect are solved, even if there is no cause and effect, the relationship between him and Mr. Han will be the same as that between Mr. Han and his parents. There will be no interference and no intersection.

He clenched Mr. Han's sleeves tightly, and suddenly didn't want to go with him, so he let go of the cause and effect.

In the end, Mr. Han still brought him back to the Fuyao faction, cut off his fate completely, and changed his name to Tong Ru.

He originally thought that he would be his disciple, but Fuyao sect all looked at him with deep meaning in their eyes. For some reason, no one dared to be his master, so he just hung his name in the unknown hall.

However, Mr. Han personally taught the "Qingjing Jing" and Fuyaomu swordsmanship.

Although it can't be called "Master", this time "Sir" is solid.

He has absorbed Qi into his body within a year of his initiation, and Nian Da said that this is faster than his master Cheng Qian in the past, which is considered an amazing talent.

Before he finished speaking, he was snatched away by the head of Yan. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the head of Yan looked at him with a little worry.

He never cared much about other people's eyes, so he didn't take it to heart. Later, he entered the nine-story scripture building, and after knowing the cause and effect, he had the answer to everything.

It turned out that when he joined the Fuyao sect, he should be called "Tong Ru", but Mr. Han was actually his disciple in his previous life.

Regarding the identity of Lord Beiming in his previous life, he specifically asked Yan Zhengming, and the answer he got was: "With your death and dao disappearing in your previous life, no one will be able to aspire to become Beiming Lord. It's just that no one is born destined to go evil." Road, just follow the right path in this life and don’t have any burdens.”

I always feel that there is something else in the eyes of Master Yan looking at him. He doesn't bother to think about it, it's just Qingxiu.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, and this year is also the tenth year that Tong Ru has been on Fuyao Mountain.

His stature grew taller, as if in the blink of an eye he had lost his childish appearance and grown into a teenager, and in the blink of an eye he had lost his childishness and looked like a grown man.

When he was young, he was a person who could practice mortal swordsmanship and ponder for an entire afternoon, and he was extremely tolerant of loneliness and boredom.Fuyao wooden sword contains tens of thousands of changes, which is naturally enough for future studies.

Sometimes Han Muchun couldn't stand it anymore and would pull him out to get some air, saying that even if he was a cultivator, he would not be able to live like a retreat every day like him.

Most of Han Muchun's spring season is just right, the mountain flowers are in full bloom, like a splendor spreading all over the mountain, so bright that it dazzles the eye.These flowers and plants are all taken care of by him, they are precious, and he can't see them as if they are ignoring them, and he took him out to have a look at them with the intention of showing off.

Tong Ru didn't know the names of those flowers and trees, so Han Muchun explained them one by one, seeing that he listened carefully, he couldn't help but say more.

At this time, magnolias have failed to bloom, peaches, plums, and apricots have already bloomed once, and camellias and jasmines are also available, but the best ones are the azaleas all over the mountains and plains.There should be several kinds of Han Munchun planted, deep red, pink and light red, well arranged.

"This is the rhododendron. The one that grows on the mountain is different from the one that grows in the courtyard, right? Rhododendron is also called 'Yingshanhong', and it only grows on the mountain. It seems that the name is quite interesting." Han Muchun looked back. Seeing him laughing, the grass and trees are sparse, the sun is shining down mottled, half of his face is hidden in the shade of the trees, his smile is actually brighter than the sky, it seems to burn him all at once.

When the wind blows, the flowers on the tree seem to follow his will, and the wind blows down a whole flower, which is not too big or too small. It is as red as blood, and just brushes against Han Muchun's temples, and falls precariously.

Seeing that the man didn't care, Tong Ru quietly cast a spell, kept the flower and put it in his sleeve.

"How is it?" Han Muchun opened his arms and showed him the mountains and flowers behind him, "Is it better than last year? I put a lot of effort into it!"

Tong Ru looked at him, raised the corners of her lips and smiled, as if full of spring colors were overflowing from those deep eye sockets: "It looks good."

It's just colorful, far less than Yushu Linfeng.

——The following author babbles——

Speaking of rhododendrons.The flower language of Rhododendron is "I belong to you forever", and seeing the Rhododendron all over the mountain means "the god of love has come". 【Crazy Hint】